like a still drop of dew
or each drop of rain falling,
the body of life
is round:
like a pearl, or a planet,
a cell,
or a fleeting bubble.
and like the ever-exploding suns
birthing luminous skies,
and like reflexive moons
dreaming beyond the dark,
all things orbit
a still deeper source,
guided by an invisible force
that loves
roundness.
—Lorena Wolfman (2020, 2025)
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